And there stood, much to Vienna's dismay, her old pal Alex. His hair had been neatly groomed. He wore a clean set of woolen clothes, and his vest and trousers were dark blues, an awful color with his bright hair. Still, he seemed quite full of himself as he grinned at Vienna without fangs. "Miss me, did you?" Alex asked her.
"Hardly." Vienna eyed him with contempt. "Are you here to bully me again? I am now betrothed to the prince, so I expect you to behave better."
"Do not expect too much from me." Alex wrinkled his eyebrows, closed the door behind him, then walked over and selected a few grapes from the tray. He popped them into his mouth while Vienna stared.
"So vampires can eat regular food?" Vienna asked, remembering that he had also eaten cookies at Mistress Deborah's place. In th
